Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/04].

[howareyanow]

Well. Let's see.

All the food Wayne had picked up for breakfast in the morning was present and accounted for. The milk was the right color (for Earth, anywhey), there was no blood in the coffee (fake or otherwise), the lights worked, the stove worked, the only critters that seemed to need being accounted fer were the usual radio squirrels...

Looks like it was a fine day for breakfast, one without anything too squirrelly goin' on, and so that put Wayne in a pretty good mood and maybe even made him a little hopeful for a nice, quiet sort of week after all the Halloween nonsense. Even if it did mean all his classmates would wind up just bored and needing to explore other parts of the dorms, he was absolutely fine with just a nice normal morning with some nice normal breakfast, and he'd preferred it that way, too.

It'd be nice if the rest of the breakfasts for at least this month could be that way, but Wayne defintiely wasn't bettin' the farm on it.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Hey, look who Sabine hadn't seen since she got bored and needed to explore other parts of the dorms!

"Morning, Wayne."

[mother_forker]

Eleanor wandered in with a box of donuts flopped in a chair and began to eat said donuts. "Sup', Cowboy?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat had been enjoying how quiet and normal the weekend had been, too; it felt like a good way to restart things going into the next week with a clear and relaxed mind (something that was all too rare for her these days), and it helped make the comfort in rituals like Monday morning breakfast and a thread likely to dropped as soon as work starts to eat me all the more appreciated. Especially now that Wayne had started making at least her plate while wearing gloves, too.

And, just as expected and just as ritualistic, she camed into the common room with the usual greeting. "Good morning! Would anyone like some tea?"

And, just as expected and just as ritualistic, she was already prepared to meet Wayne's mug with just the little bit of coffee still left in it to pour him some from her flask.

[howareyanow]

"Morning, Sabine," said Wayne, who nodded in greeting and still firmly felt that boredom around here was almost like a gift, realleh. "How are ya now?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne was just going to give that box of donuts one cool lift of his eyebrow and then get back to flipping a pancake. "Eleanor," he said dutifully, "how are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. Not much happening," she answered. "How are you?"

[howareyanow]

And, sure enough, just as expected and just as ritualistic, there was Wayne, downing the last of his coffee (save for the faint bit that stuck around seemingly just to drive Tisarwat crazy), and holding out his mug.

"I'd have some tea," he declared, as usual, following it up with the just as expected and just as ritualistic, "Tisarwat. How are ya now?"

Because you just didnt' fuck with tradition and, weird as she was, Tisarwat seemed to at least appreciate that.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine watched her with the donuts a moment, and said, "Wayne's making breakfast," just to see what would happen.

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhh," Wayne drawled as usual, especially since 'not much happening' was sometimes just the sort of thing he liked to hear. No news being good news, and all that stuff. "Not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I'm good," Tisarwat met the expected question with a smile, and, though she tried to at least ignore the coffee still in the mug as she poured the tea, she just couldn't and shook her head a little. Baby steps. She'd gotten him to wear gloves when he made her food, soon she could start getting him to bother taking all of two seconds to maybe properly rinse his mug out to avoid tainting her nice tea with his awful coffee. "Thanks. What about you? Anything exciting with breakfast today?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sure, Thanks," she said. "So do you think you're up for doing some more exploring next time we go?"

She totally wanted to know what else was up there.

[howareyanow]

"I mean," said Wayne, as he started to put a little bit of everything on a plate for Sabine, "that all depends, doesn't it, on whether or not I wind up where I'm exposed to go or not. But, yeah, sure, I'd have some explorin'."

It hadn't made a whole lot of sense, but it hadn't been all that bad, either for all the lack of actually doing it there'd been on his part.

[howareyanow]

Wayne always did twitch a little when he started to answer the question about how he was, only to be cut off immediately by the other person adding another question, which threw off the whole pace of the banter, but was far too common 'round here. So he sort of realigned, threw out the requisite "Oh, not so bad," in an almost hasty fashion, before sipping his tea and adding, "and nothing exciting here today! Just good old straight-up nothing weird breakfast! And it sure better stay that way, too."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat, after the fact, didn't know why she bothered to regard the box Eleanor brought with her with interest. She should have known it would be some sort of food that would be eaten with her bare hands, and probably messily, too, but sometimes, you just had that little, completely unfounded glimmer of hope inside...

One that died very quickly, and Tisarwat shook her head and focused back on her plate filled with foods requiring (well, honestly, around here, she wouldn't be surprised if someone did eat eggs and pancakes with their fingers!) utensils and generally trying not to pay attention to Eleanor, lest she be completely put off her appetite.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"The weird could make things a little interesting, though," Tisarwat offered, mildly pleasant, beaming a little as Wayne was shamelessly modded had already set a plate aside for her and handed it over now. "Still, I'm glad today's breakfast will be a non-weird, perfectly normal one. That probably makes things a little easier on your end."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. There were a lot of doors up there," she said.

[howareyanow]

There was, briefly, a small growl of distaste for just how many doors there were, as Wayne was still not quite willing to embrace the funhouse nature of the bizarre architecture that had clearly gone into this place, but the fact that the growl was indeed quite small was a good indication that, while not exactly welcoming, he was, at least, willing to acknowledge.

"That was a lot of doors," he agreed. "And I don't much care fer the idea, but I wouldn't be surprised if every one of those doors opened up into something different half the time, too."

[mother_forker]

"Hungry," she said and stuffed an entire doughnut in her mouth. "Whash up wish you?"

[mother_forker]

"Yep."

She took a big bite of her donut and then a long sip of her coffee. "I'm sure it's good too. What's up with you..."

Had they met? If they had Eleanor had promptly forgotten her name. Even though they had class together.

"multi-colored hair girl."

Yes. That's totally a name.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"You mean if you opened the same door a second time, it'd be different?" she said, considering that.

[mother_forker]

"Hey-"

Damn. She really needed to learn people's names some day.

"-how's it going?" she said as she noticed that the glazed doughnut had left a bunch of sticky sugary mess all over her two fingers. Not wanting to waste a napkin she licked her fingers clean before picking up another doughnut.

Sorry Tisarwat. Well, Eleanor isn't but the mun is.

[howareyanow]

And even though he was the one that suggested it, Wayne grunted in disapproval.

"That's exactly what I mean," he confirmed, sounding displeased about it. "Which would be unfortunate," because that's not how doors should work, "but not surprising."

[howareyanow]

"It's impolite to talk with yer mouth full," Wayne informed her, even though he had a feeling she already knew that, despite the evidence to suggest that perhaps she didn't. "And it's also impolite to not offer you some breakfast, even though I'm pretty sure yer just gonna say no. But...either way..."

He nodded at her dutifully. "Fix you up a plate?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sabine," she corrected. "I'm just stopping in before class. What's up with you, donut girl?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I kind of like the thought of it, unless say, I wanted to find the waterslide room again and couldn't."

She probably wouldn't look for that room again without a reason, but still.